Lovely, dramatic, ethereal sounds. Great.

Another musically written poem. or even a myth, and more beautiful than ever.

amazing ambience and nice narration ❤️👏🙂

It's a very evocative and soothing track... Brilliant ! Best Regards 😉

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - End Of The World

Song 1

End Of The World

165BPM

CMAJOR

Lyrics

I
I was unyielding
Then I was defeated when I'm in the building
Guns to the ceiling
I want a new meaning
But what's a new meaning
With a meaningless reason
Zombie need blood from the blood bank
Zombie need flesh from the heart break
Me myself and you need a loot crate
You your self and I need a new way

So this is the end of the world
Gotta zombie eating my flesh 
Hope I die of blood loss
So I don’t eat my dog
I really think I’m gunna hurl 
Because of naughty deeds
Done by those who share the same heartbeats
Much like you and me 

Acid rain
Is falling down
Not that it matters much cause
Every part of town
Is infected by parasitic minds
They manipulate and paralyze 
Until you can’t get up 
Where is the love

So this is the end of the world
Gotta zombie eating my flesh 
Hope I die of blood loss
So I don’t eat my dog
I really think I’m gunna hurl 
Because of naughty deeds
Done by those who share the same heartbeats
Much like you and me 

Raise your hands up
If you could be a better
You could be a better you
Raise your hands up 
If you like to live your life 
With a positive attitude 
Raise your hands up
If you could be a better
You could be a better you
Raise your hands up 
I like to live my life with a negative attitude

I woke up from a terrible dream
I woke up and there was nothing to be
I woke up in a puddle of piss
With nothing but a list of all the people I miss

But you know it
That we won’t change 
Cause we never do 
Til it’s too late
when I die 
Of old age
Live the same lie 
Live the same lie
Replay

So this is the end of the world
Gotta zombie eating my flesh 
Hope I die of blood loss
So I don’t eat my dog
I really think I’m gunna hurl 
Because of naughty deeds
Done by those who share the same heartbeats
Much like you and me

Buffalo Avenue

End Of The World

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - End Of The World

What have I done wrong today
To make you feel right?
Pleasing all my enemies
No one here's a friend of me
Push away the ones who stay
Keep no one in sight
Alone is where I wanna be
The silence gets the best of me
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Shut it out, just shut it out
In this cesspool starting to sprout
 ---------------------------------------------
Cutting off from everything
And everyone outside
I'm so much more at peace with me
A lonesome soul here spiritually
The toxic social manifest
Of new century
It's only getting worse at best
A cesspool growing petri dish 
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Shut it out, just shut it out
In this cesspool starting to sprout
This lack of substance gaining ground
So shut it out, just shut it out
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Solitary in confined
The mental clarity
Away from all the trendy things
That people will regurgitate
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Shut it out, just shut it out
In this cesspool starting to sprout
This lack of substance gaining ground
So shut it out, just shut it out

Enemies

Glory to Jah  🙏🏼
Glory to Lee "Scratch"Perry 🙏🏼

Zion Lion

Zion Lion  (Dub Irie) - (KRT Production)

Onward Sky

Letters From Home

Third part of my father trilogy.
The father trilogy ends with my naïve and youthful attempt, at the age of 23, to break away from my father, who seemed overpowering at the time, and stand on my own two feet: 
To move as far away as possible from my provincial hometown, to throw myself into a Berlin that was completely foreign to me at the time and completely overwhelming. 
My saviour at the time was my oldest friend, who had already been living in Berlin for a few years and took me under his wing like a big brother.     
But even with his help, I soon had to realise that the attempt at a radical inner "patricide" could not succeed in any way. The early imprints he had left on me, the demons I had 'inherited' from him, were all still there. No matter how much I turned my outer life upside down, there was no escape from the central patterns and beliefs that I had learnt from my father in the first 10 years of my life.
In this respect, the song title "The Singular Man" is a "Mission Impossible". It was only three years later, and especially after his early death, that I realised more and more that a lifelong confrontation with my inner father images could lead to a closely linked dialectic:
An ever deeper and visibly more reconciliatory bond with my father and, at the same time, an ever-increasing self-realisation    
 
The Singular Man  (Lyrics in English)

Run through streets crooked and skewed 
The bridges criss-cross

All around me the stink of the city
An army of people everywhere

Turn in somewhere now
Fall in at your door

You are alone
Your corridor infinitely long
Your walls high and wide 
Your front door broad and welcoming

You push me through the corridor now 
At the windows the siren-
song

I get scared and bang 
Am I still
Your catch of fish
Your silhouette
That only plays at being free

And yet I have escaped you 
Escaped!

I take off all hinges
Hang out the windows
Make me a magic wand
Grey Berlin becomes a colourful bouquet for me 

Ride on a peacock wheel
Take a foam spring bath in the Spree

All light 
Time thrown into the air

Pain-free in a glittering dress
An ecstatic feeling of life

But something pushes back
Under the carpet lies the hanging rope
The spider's web is
Still there
The old danger

I only know about her now 
Keep me out of her more 

Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man


Der Singuläre Mann (Deutscher Originaltext)

Lauf’ durch Straßen krumm und schief, 
Die Brücken kreuz und quer

Um mich herum der Großstadtmief
Überall ein Menschen-Heer

Bieg' irgendwo jetzt ein
Fall’ bei Dir zur Tür herein

Du bist allein
Dein  Flur unendlich lang
Deine Wände hoch und weit 
Deine Eingangstür willkommens-breit

Schiebst mich jetzt durch den Gang 
An den Fenstern der Sirenen-
Gesang

Mir wird Angst und Bang 
Bin ich immer noch
Dein Fischfang
Dein Schattenbild
Das das Freisein nur spielt

Und doch bin ich Dir entflohen 
Entflohen!

Lege alle Scharniere ab
Häng' die Fenster aus
Bastle mir einen Zauberstab
Grau-Berlin wird mir zum bunten Strauß 

Fahr auf nem‘ Pfauenrad
Nehm‘ in der Spree ein Schaum-Frühlingsbad

Alles leicht 
In die Luft geworfene Zeit

Schmerzbefreit im Glitzerkleid
Ein rauschhaftes Lebensgefühl

Doch etwas drängt zurück
Unterm Teppich liegt der Häng‘-Dich-Strick
Das Spinnennetz ist
Immer noch da
Die alte Gefahr

Kenn‘ mich jetzt nur mit ihr aus 
Halt mich mehr aus ihr raus 

Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann

Der Singulare Mann (The Singular Man)

Der Singuläre Mann (The Singular Man)

At first I just wanted to make a jazz rock tune in Emin and when it was ready, I found this wonderful African vocal melody - recorded by singer Sofiya Nzau. It fit perfectly with this music after a little tweaking. Besides the electronic instruments I used guitars, drums and Arturia synthesizers.

Iziolo E-afrika

Streaming !

Iziolo e-Afrika

Lyrics and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024 


I must go down to the inner seas again, to the darkest bluest deeps
And all I ask is for Neptune’s star to guide me, while my heart slowly weeps, 
Down and down, past the siren’s song and the whales with their sonic booms,
Through forests of waving kelp and the mermaids’ mother-of-pearl tombs.

I must go down into the deeps again, that mirror the vast night skies, 
It’s a wild call, and a clear call that my soul cannot deny. 
And all I ask is for Mary’s grace and Jupiter’s justice on me 
While I plumb the depths of Venus’s birth to sacred epiphany. 

I must descend in the inner seas again, to dissolve my brittle form
To the way of the shaman, the way of the soul, the way of the unicorn, 
And all I ask is that I’m guided true and led to the Divine Lover, 
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long voyage is over.

Music:  Meditation Background Atmosphere by Instrumentals for You

SFX: water_ocean_waves_break_on_beach_001 from Zapsplat.com 

Cover Art: By Sandro Botticelli - Adjusted levels from File:Sandro Botticelli - La nascita di Venere - Google Art Project.jpg, originally from Google Art Project. Compression Photoshop level 9., Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=22507491

The Birth Of Venus

Before a shamanic ceremony, it is the usual practice to make a prayer to the spirits of the four directions. This is my own version.

Words and vocals
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, 2023 

Music
APi_ZZ (© Andreas Pirner) 
https://soundcloud.com/api_zz

Cover Art: 
Medicine Wheel by Marnie Recker 
Buy a print of it here: https://www.etsy.com/au/listing/901699327/medicine-wheel-print-11x14


Lyrics:
I bow to the four directions. 

To the East. The red dawn air 
Sighing over the China seas, 
Blow the nomad trade winds 
Along your Silk Road, 
Your Bay of Bengal
And swirling pyres of Varanasi, 
Through the temples of Tibet 
And the spiced Vedic lees. 
Bring Vayu's sweet sylphs 
To inspire our creativity. 

To the West. The deep Atlantic 
Heaves and tosses the merrows,
Your swirling whirlpools 
And drowned, forgotten reefs
Of mermaids and mer-men 
On high waves and farrows. 
Bring up from Lir's feet 
That purest of aqua cold. 
Sail it fast over the Irish sea 
And across the Menai roll 
To wash away our pain and fear 
And heal our troubled souls. 

To the North. Soil of our minds,
Your caves of quartz and tourmaline
And your blue melting glaciers 
Birthing borates from ice 
Under the Borealis, the stars 
Circling like glittering brides. 
Roll your satyrs and sylvestres 
Through the bleak Calanish stones 
Over the rivers, brooks and glens, 
To the oolite gold of Avalon  
It's Thirteen Treasures and gems. 

To the South. Cast your castanets 
Your smouldering salamanders, 
Your fierce Romany cantinas
Your red lipped, red hipped skies 
And your sultry, dusky sun-downers. 
When the frangipani and mimosa 
Whispers with exotic aroma 
And the heart promises ‘Soon’, 
Give us the southern comfort, 
The tango and the wild fandango 
To spark our dancing shoes. 

© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, 2023

The Medicine Wheel v2

A new path lies ahead. One of change and a better, hopeful future. 
Walk it, fight through it if you must - and prevail.

REVALESCENCE

On the Trail

Revalescence - On The Trail

Sunfighter Cafe A-Go-Go Echo Remix by John Hardman.
No samples were used on this track! - only players!
Song written by John Hardman & Rob Boughton
Drums - Henry Spinetti
Bass - Gary Taylor
Guitars - John Hardman/Gordon Hunt
Synthesizer - Dave Lawson
Voice & some keys - Chris Rainbow
Percussion & brass - session guys
Produced by Chris Rainbow
Original recording Sarm Studios East
Remix - Rockbarn studios

Cafe A - Go - Go Instrumental Echo Remix - Sunfighter (John Hardman)

Poet, author and podcaster on metaphysics, alchemy and shamanism. 

On here, I'm a lyricist and vocalist who's lucky enough to have met a few fellow travellers that help me to bring my poems to life with their inspired musical creations. So if you'd like a collab, do message me.

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The Birth Of Venus

Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

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